Emerald and Obsidian Snarry// badlightside

dragons

^^^ a picture of older snarry. its cuteeeeeeeee  (my friends convinced its lucharry {i also ship} but that's the stuff Snape wears so  BOOM!

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time: the day of the task

text: normal

text: dragon speech

harry had left Dumbledore's office fuming. of course the man didn't believe him. he vowed to keep a close eye on moody for the duration of his stay here. 

he was sitting in his rooms now. he'd asked dobby to bring him some food up, so he wouldn't have to deal with the stares. he'd brought him porridge and toast, with sweet tea and another vial of blood.

he'd never really bothered to look closely at his new rooms. the first morning he was too distraught, and from then on, he'd been coming in late in the evening and falling asleep almost straight away. he'd been working on his fire magic outside on the quidditch pitch, and learning how to control his wandless magic.

the room was nice 

 It was a large space with three grey walls and of large wall of a dark green, with a fireplace flickering merrily set into it. Above that was a large silver mirror, with a carved silver snake bordering it. Against the opposite wall was one huge four-poster, of oak with heavy dark green curtains. At the foot of the bed was an oak chest, with carved ivy decoration and his initials set on the top. each bed also had a bedside table on the left. Directly opposite the door was a large window shaped like that of a submarine. harry had a very good view of the quidditch pitch from here.

To the right was a door that led to the bathroom. a large, spacious grey slate affair, with a huge sunken bathtub, room enough for 3 people at least, and a large shower. the mirror stretched across one wall above the sink, the toilet on the adjacent wall.

very Slytherin. he liked it

the knocking  on the door brought him back to reality.

he waved his wand and the door flew open. 

"sn-severus"

"harry I've come to escort you down to the tent." Severus stood in the doorway.

harry jumped up and nodded. 

they walked in step silently to the victors tent. before he walked in, Severus grabbed his arm and squeezed it. 

"be careful" and before harry had a chance to answer, the dour potions bat, swirled around and walked over to the teachers stands

 Harry went inside.

Fleur Delacour was sitting in a corner on a how wooden stool. She didn't look nearly as composed as usual, but rather pale and clammy. Viktor Krum looked even surlier than usual, which Harry supposed was his way of showing nerves. Cedric was pacing up and down. When Harry entered, Cedric gave him a small smile, which Harry returned, feeling the muscles in his face working rather hard, as though they had forgotten how to do it.

"Harry! Good-o!" said Bagman happily, looking around at him. "Come in, come in, make yourself at home!"

Bagman looked somehow like a slightly overblown cartoon figure, standing amid all the pale-faced champions. He was wearing his old Wasp robes again.

"Well, now we're all here - time to fill you in!" said Bagman brightly. "When the audience has assembled, I'm going to be offering each of you this bag" - he held up a small sack of purple silk and shook it at them - "from which you will each select a small model of the thing you are about to face! There are different - er - varieties, you see. And I have to tell you something else too...ah, yes...your task is to collect the golden egg!"

Harry glanced around. Cedric had nodded once, to show that he understood Bagman's words, and then started pacing around the tent again; he looked slightly green. Fleur Delacour and Krum hadn't reacted at all. Perhaps they thought they might be sick if they opened their mouths; that was certainly how Harry felt. But they, at least, had volunteered for this...

And in no time at all, hundreds upon hundreds of pairs of feet could be heard passing the tent, their owners talking excitedly, laughing, joking....Harry felt as separate from the crowd as though they were a different species. And then - it seemed like about a second later to Harry - Bagman was opening the neck of the purple silk sack.

"Ladies first," he said, offering it to Fleur Delacour.

She put a shaking hand inside the bag and drew out a tiny, perfect model of a dragon - a Welsh Green. It had the number two around its neck And Harry knew, by the fact that Fleur showed no sign of surprise, but rather a determined resignation, that he had been right: Madame Maxime had told her what was coming.

The same held true for Krum. He pulled out the scarlet Chinese Fireball. It had a number three around its neck. He didn't even blink, just sat back down and stared at the ground.

Cedric put his hand into the bag, and out came the blueish-gray Swedish Short-Snout, the number one tied around its neck. Knowing what was left, Harry put his hand into the silk bag and pulled out the Hungarian Horntail, and the number four. It stretched its wings as he looked down at it, and bared its minuscule fangs.

"Well, there you are!" said Bagman. "You have each pulled out the dragon you will face, and the numbers refer to the order in which you are to take on the dragons, do you see? Now, I'm going to have to leave you in a moment, because I'm commentating. Mr. Diggory, you're first, just go out into the enclosure when you hear a whistle, all right? good luck!"